Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Anubis
seethed as he watched Sandstorm and Electrode fall victim to the violent magic
of Stormy Knight. His Egyptian form trembled as his body was still held in
stasis by the cursed ring on his finger. His friends all lay about on the
ground or were sealed in the transparent cylinders. The looming hand of Chaos
overshadowed them all and drew close enough to close its giant fingers over
them. He could see the cruel madness and euphoria in Stormy’s eyes from where
he stood motionless. The desperation of a bleak and hopeless situation washed
over him. But then there was that glimmer of a thought. He realized one thing
he had not tried that should only be used in the darkest of hours. It would
only be his third time using that power and the first time summoning it on
purpose. He stared hard at Stormy, willing the villain to turn toward him.

“Look at
me!” Anubis thought hard, hoping that Stormy might read his mind just a little.
“Look at me, you raving psycho! I want you to see this coming!”

Anubis
reached deep within himself for that glimmer of hope. Just like the control of
his lance, he didn’t need to physically move for this.

“Guardian.”
He thought and the ground trembled. The throne cracked down the center and
Stormy turned towards him.

Stormy
locked eyes with the Egyptian hero and slowly realized what was about to occur.
His eyebrows raised in alarm, but it was too late. Then all the sound in their
world stopped. Anubis and all of his allies vanished from view as the grand
platform shook and trembled. The floor cracked where Anubis had been standing.

Guardian.

The throne
shattered like exploding glass and Stormy could hear his own voice howling in
the sudden maelstrom.

Guardian.

A great
Egyptian sarcophagus, a hundred feet tall, erupted from the floor and shined on
high. The hand of Chaos paused, suddenly unable to move further forward. The
sacrifices were no longer in place.

Guardian.

The
sarcophagus spider-webbed with cracks all across its surface and its likeness
to the true god, Anubis. As it exploded open the cosmic groan of a voice could
be heard.

“GUARDIAN
OF THE DEEAAD.”

The giant
spirit of Anubis uncrossed its arms and spread them wide, holding a rod and
scepter. As it did both times in prior appearances, all of the harm done to
allies of Anubis who had fallen, was returned to whence it came. That meant,
all of the agony, all of the injury, and all of the desperate strife were
returned to Stormy Knight.

The hand of
Chaos fell back away into the abyss. Following its lead, was the flailing and
screaming form of Jonathon “Stormy” Knight, last seen vanishing into the great
palm of that hand before it vanished altogether.

Light
flashed and then there was nothing. Nothing felt like eternity.

“Hah…ee..mm?”
The voice was so very far away. He couldn’t make out what it was saying. “Um
on, eem. Ayy uh!” He thought he felt a breeze on his face. Was it a breeze?
Where was that light coming from?

“Hakim!”
Nightfall shouted.

Anubis’s
eyes snapped open and then squinted in the glare of the midday sun. A chance
glance around him revealed the open wreckage of what used to be a red brick
building. Nightfall leaned over him, shaking him awake. Doctor Vampire and
Sandstorm stood above him.

“It was all
we had left. I wasn’t even sure it would work.” Anubis groaned as they helped
him to his feet.

“Well it
did work. And you know what?” Nightfall said.

“What?”

“You’re not
a rookie anymore. Now turn human so I can kiss you.”

“You know,
that’s a great idea.” So Anubis turned to the form of Hakim. Sandstorm and Dr.
Vampire turned to help their other friends.

All of them
awakened to find themselves returned to Earth in the area where the alleyway
once led to the Chaos dimension. They helped each other up and dusted each
other off. Even Galose was freed from the device that took over his armor.
Atomizer and Dreamseer held hands as they looked out at their newly freed
world. The nightmare was finally over.

But isn’t
there more to the closing of this story? Yes, yes there is. There is more to
all of this tale, but you will have to catch it in its full compilation coming
soon.

We hope
you’ve enjoyed GZ Legends in its first run. Catch the compilation in the coming
book, Chaos Rising, coming soon.

Also be sure to check out the links in the upper right to further explore the GZ universe.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

“We can’t
just let him do this!” Electrode said to his partner. “We have to do
something.”

Sandstorm
gave Electrode a look known all too well. It meant to have patience. It meant
that he had no intention of being idle at all. Electrode knew better than to
press his mentor any further on the issue. He just turned his electric gaze at
Stormy and clenched his fists.

“Don’t
blame your friend here.” Stormy sneered. “There’s nothing he can do. Oh, I just
felt that. You just tried to convert the air around me into fire. I’ve been
watching you for far too long. I’m not going to allow that.”

“I was just
checking.” Sandstorm said.

Stormy
suddenly stepped back and swung upward with his enchanted cane. Blacktide took
a direct hit as he tried to tackle the villain and was knocked unconscious.

“And trying
to distract me.” Stormy added. “Now look. Look upon the majesty that is Chaos!
And that’s only his hand!”

The hand of
Chaos presented itself in form larger than the Rotanian flagship. A thousand
men could easily fit in a fingertip of the dark technological wonder they
witnessed. Searchlights spun in random locations and lights shined from all
sorts of locations across its metal surface. Sandstorm never considered the
philosophy that the embodiment of Chaos would be technology. He could see
mounted weaponry attached in hundreds of locations. He couldn’t imagine a
battleship big enough to tickle it, much less scratch it. In all they had faced
so far, this looked to be the thing they could not stop.

“Ah, now
you know true despair, Sandstorm. Your elemental powers are useless. Never mind
what you want to do to me. What could you possible do to him?” Stormy gloated.

In the
locked Cyborian armor, Galose’s brain sped through code to deactivate the
device that was shutting down his systems. The entirety of a Cyborian’s armor
is controlled through mental command, faster than fingers on a keyboard could
ever be. Even so, the device worked with blinding speed. Galose’s mind had to
be faster than his own operating systems. A series of invasive code entered his
life support systems and he blocked it. Then he intercepted another sequence of
code. The tedious pushing match of hacking programs continued where all anyone
could see was the motionless Cyborian.

The area
trembled as the hand of Chaos became clearer and clearer in view. Sandstorm
locked eyes with Stormy after catching the slightest of movement from the
corner of his eye. It was unexpected and beyond their hopes.

“What do
you get out of this?” Sandstorm asked.

“Whatever
he gives me. I’ll likely rule what’s left of Earth. Total destruction isn’t his
style.”

“And what’s
his style?”

“He’s going
to kill the remaining gods of the Balance of course.” Stormy laughed. “Weren’t
you told about the War of the Gods?”

“I’ve heard
a couple stories.” Sandstorm moved so that he was between Stormy and the coming
hand of Chaos. He kept his eyes fixed on those of his enemy.

“Now what
are you trying to pull?” Stormy chuckled. “Do you think you can block him
somehow? All of your elemental power wouldn’t have a shadow of a chance.”

Anubis
stood paralyzed by the magic ring and deeply enraged. He found himself watching
helplessly as Nightfall was summoned and knocked down. As soon as her body hit
the floor, he glanced down at his bladed lance, lying a few feet from him. At
first, nothing happened. Then, with all his concentration, Anubis made his
lance roll just an inch. That was the movement Sandstorm had caught with is
peripheral vision. Anubis continued to concentrate.

The hand
grew closer and closer. In moments it would be able to close into a fist and
swallow them all forever. Next, the technological god, Chaos would be fully
free and set loose on the universe. Stormy smiled and Sandstorm could take no
more of his gleaming teeth. Stormy leaned confidently on his cane.

Sandstorm
lunged with a straightforward punch aimed right at Stormy’s shiny smile.
Electrode took cue and lunged in as well. And explosion of force threw them
both backwards and down to the cold hard floor. Stormy laughed for a second
before his expression changed to surprise. He spun on heel just in time to see
Anubis’s lance penetrate the marble throne with an explosion of sparks and
fire.

The villain
turned back just in time for Sandstorm’s fist to connect with his jaw. A busted
lip sprayed a red mist as Stormy stumbled backwards.

“Shut up!”
Sandstorm said.

Stormy spit
some blood from his mouth and spun his cane in hand. “Oh, you fools! Do you
think I can’t fight you on my own?” His voice boomed and eyes glowed. The gems
in the silver skull of his cane glowed as well. “I will still win! I can still
kill you!”

Sandstorm
could feel greater control over his powers since the throne was damaged. He
moved in on Stormy and formed his fists into stone. Electrode threw a bolt of
lightning that was easily cast aside by Stormy’s cane. Sandstorm’s attacks were
met with near perfect martial arts blocks and counter strikes. If he hadn’t
converted completely to stone, being struck back and forth on the head with the
cane could have killed him. Stormy forced Sandstorm back and knocked him down
again.

As he
picked himself up, Sandstorm made a gesturing nod to Electrode. It was the kind
of signal that suggested a new target. Electrode nodded and launched his next
barrage of lightning at the broken throne. It was immediately clear that Stormy
could feel it as he cried out in rage.

“Let me
show you what some real magic can do!” Stormy yelled. “HELLBOUND TRAIN!” Stormy
struck his cane on the ground and a spectral ancient locomotive came rushing
through the area. It hit both Sandstorm and Electrode, pinning them to the
ground as the cars ran over them. The power of that spell felt like their
bodies were being torn apart at a molecular level. Sandstorm had never known
such agony. At this point, he was certain this was it.

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